third person

Svana tossed, the sheets twisting tighter and tighter around her legs, her brow furrowed in a grimace of pain. Sassa stood on the threshold and let her twin fight the dream. It used to frighten her, the way Ana thrashed […]

This page is not working for me, I’ll rewrite it soon. The compound was peaceful in the small hours with the others tucked away in their bunks. A few, like Svana still roamed the modules and interconnecting umbilici, the graveyard […]

I’ve made an executive decision (since no one else has weighed in), The Hybrid Theory will the 3rd person. The tall white bucket was almost comfortable put her in easy reach of the fruit. Three discarded skins already lay on […]

World changing. Her twin’s words ring in Svana’s ears, following her into the dark mess hall and around the vacant tables that sprout the legs of upturned chairs like a herd of hedgehogs. She doesn’t need world changing, isn’t looking […]

Page two of The Hybrid Theory. Again this is in three different versions, first person, second and third. Let me know which one you like best. Sassa is beautiful, a pale blonde vision of Nordic beauty with high cheekbones and […]

The ficlet in third person perspective. Read the read the other versions (first person and second person) and tell me which one you prefer. She is Svana, daughter of Jorge and Heidi, sister to Sassa, mother and wife to none. […]